The world will be watching the Olympics

Quite long ago in ancient Greece,
“The Games” began to portend peace
as nations of the world converged
to play in unity.

They’re now in all-dressed-up Beijing.
“The Games” commence as all five rings
like continents combine to say…
“Though many, we are one.”

We’ll watch them run, swim, jump and vault
and play team sports like basketball
as Earth’s brown, yellow, black and white
blur into Heaven’s hue.

For two weeks time all eyes are on
the athletes to see who won.
“The Games” are what most people call
Reality TV.

Recalling Munich’s grave nightmare,
let’s pray that Beijing’s free from terror.
May He who governs globally
hold China in His hands.

What does the blighted Olympic torch relay suggest?;
It’s a Bird! It’s a Crane! It’s Supermania!

Not Your Average Run
What does the blighted Olympic torch relay suggest?

A traveling flame first lit in Greece
to symbolize a world at peace
has sparked much protest as it makes
its journey Beijing-bound.

This torch is s’pose to unify
and in its flicker signify
how summer games can undermine
what haunts us most the year.

But China’s ban on human rights
may keep the flame from burning bright.
This relay race to blaze a trail
is not your average run.

The party planned for August 8th
could well become a bath of hate
that seeks to purge the stain of sin
in nations everywhere.

 
It’s a Bird! It’s a Crane! It’s Supermania!
One solution for falling construction cranes.

Beware of cranes, those birds of prey.
They really should be feared.
Those giant beasts can kill and maim.
They’re dangerous and weird.

With steely eyes they look below
from high up on their perch.
They have an iron will it seems
that guides their hungry search.

They soar above construction sites
and without warning dive
on unsuspecting passersby
who often don’t survive.

Perhaps those birds should be penned up
within a CRANIUM,
a zoo-like cage without a key
to keep us safe from them.

Why the outcome is up for grabs;
A Prayer for Our Head of State

The frozen tundra, frigid air
and wind chill in Green Bay
proved not that bad for Eli’s team
It was the Giants day.

It was a day to earn the right
to play the Patriots.
And based on how they braved the cold,
the Giants have the guts.

But it will take much more than guts
to win the Super Bowl.
Tom Brady’s bunch have depth and skill.
They’re really on a roll.

And yet it’s hard to say for sure
who will at last succeed.
When Boston and New York compete,
the odds aren’t guaranteed.A Prayer for Our Head of State The state of the union
of all fifty states
is sure far from perfect
but still it is great.

Our leader is prayerful.
He works for our good.
If only his critics
could stand where he’s stood.

They’d judge him less harshly.
They’d give him more grace
in light of the stresses
he daily must face.

The state of his union
is fragile at best
with critics who rob him
of much needed rest.

And so, Lord, I’m praying…
“Help George finish strong.
Surround him, sustain him,
protect him from wrong.”

Why Barry will soon need a bondsman

Well, the charges are not baseless
like the field he contemplates.
So, will Barry need a bondsman
as he steps up to the plate?

It is likely and so tragic.
Perjury is major league.
While the steroids are illegal,
bold face lying’s really BEEG.

At his new park, sharp barbed wire
crowns a fence that’s awfully high.
And there’s no way he will clear it.
I am guessing you know why.

Heading home now means the Big House.
Cooperstown may claim his ball,
but a cell will soon claim Barry.
How the mighty trip and fall.

Long ball history has been tainted.
Steroid use has replaced brawn
Barry Bonds has hit his last one.
Now he’s going… going… gone.

Analyzing the hypnotic spell the World Series casts

Crisp fall nights.
Outfield lights.
The “boys of summer” tasting glory
having earned the right.

Horsehide stitch.
Fever pitch.
Those blazing fastballs
warm the evening.
It’s an autumn itch.

Hometown fans.
Peanut-littered stands.
With fingers crossed
for no-hit games,
they pray, too, for grand slams.

Pastime now.
“Holy cow!”
These baseball games
in late October
smooth a wrinkled brow.

Men like boys
with pent-up joys.
Their dreams of childhood
left unrealized
in a trunk of toys.

Yet each year,
like a mirror,
each televised
World Series game brings
what”s forgotten near.